I could feel the head of my cock against her nylons and marvel at the sensation. She stopped again and slid her panties down her legs and over her hig... heeled boots."Do you like my boots?" she crooned."Yes. I think boots are very sexy," I responded."Me too," she responded as she snagged her purse off the nightstand and retrieved a condom from inside and handed it to me."Do you remember how to wear one?" she asked turning on her sideI recalled how she had placed one on me during our first. I can’t imagine being with another man or woman and feeling the same way.”“You let yourself relax when you’re with us, but you are still there to protect us.”She nodded. “Saint Lucia just reinforced those feelings. I’m afraid it will get harder and harder to put those feelings away.” Her eyes were moist as she fought tears.“Then let’s not do this deal right now,” I said as I reached across the table and took her hand. “You keep all the paperwork, and you sign it when you realize we love you. Mary's mom came out to see what was going on and she was finally able to get rid of Billy by explaining to him how the rules are different between playing baseball and being a girl scout. He wasn't happy about it but left knowing his plan had backfired.Right after the meeting, Mary and a couple of the other girls were talking about what Billy had said. "You know, he was such a cry-baby when I beat him out for the baseball team....he was acting like such a sissy. Maybe that's what he. But why pick such a controversial subject as her most intimate misadventures, the numerous occasions where she found her charms to be an asset... and sometimes a handicap? Partly because in time of war, information is a powerful weapon; so powerful in fact that, years after such a terrible struggle as the one that opposed the Rebels and the Empire, it is still hard even for the most skilled team of historians to tell apart History, Rebel propaganda and Imperial propaganda. Even today, it is.